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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

And I Think It's Gonna Be a Long Long Time. #BB19

On Tuesday, the live feeds went down before the house guests were up and about for the day. But it turns out that BBAD started filming the Tuesday night show at that time, which is actually customary, but has been handled in different ways over the years. For example, during BB13, BB wanted them to wake for the occasion, giving Rachel a bottle of bubbly in an attempt to get every one up and at 'em.

But there was no champagne today. Instead the house guests got the usual prodding from Production to get up, and the cameras kicked things off with several shots of inanimate objects, which are just as animate as the house guests at the present time, actually.

A snake. Note the "Previously Recorded" label on each picture.

Orwell the Owl.

Alex Ow. This is all we will see of her during this three-hour taping period. The cameras flashed to her several times when her name came up in conversation, but that's about it. It's the last time we'll see her on the live feeds though, so you can feel sad or happy about that, at your own discretion.

Christmas rolled out of the bed she's been sharing with Paul. They called her first to the DR, but she was able to swap out her session with Paul, I think, so she could fix her hair and makeup for the occasion.

Christmas is trying to wean herself off the crutch now, in preparation for having the boot off for good, which she says will happen next week. She had a doctor's appointment yesterday, so I guess she left for that after the BBAD taping concluded.

I've lost count of how many times Christmas has left the house, but it's too late to fret about that now.

Paul did a lot of beard-touching in the kitchen camera window before beginning coffee service for the house.

Then Paul started making the coffee, first having to remove yesterday's full container of coffee grounds. But when he attempted to dump it in the garbage, most of it went over the side onto the floor. Paul copped to it immediately, looking right at us.

Paul: Well, I botched that one. I botched it real good.

And then Paul turned around and put a new filter in the basket, and started scooping coffee into the filter. I thought, maybe Paul is waiting to clean up the mess he just made until the coffee has started brewing. That makes sense to me, as a caffeine-needy person.

But get this...Paul alternated scoops of ground coffee with SCOOPS OF SUGAR in the brewing basket. Is that a thing? WHO DOES THAT? Is that the way they usually make the coffee in that house? I've heard of putting a cinnamon stick in there, or even a vanilla bean, but SPOONFULS OF SUGAR?

So after Paul pushed the "ON" button and strolled off without cleaning up the mess he made, the cameras zoomed in on the mess he left by the trashcan. I think we were all wondering if there was sugar or sugar residue mixed up with those wet coffee grounds.

Because, ants. And wouldn't that sort of thing create a Super Duper Ant, with increased stamina and chewing energy? And what about the rat? They never caught that rat, but that doesn't mean he's not still lurking around or maybe his friends and family will come looking for him, and stay for the sugary coffee grounds.

With Alex gone, I don't think anyone will bother to clean this up at all. Maybe Production sends in a cleaning crew when they are locked in the HoH room this week, because the press and other CBS dignitaries will be visiting the house next week when the season is over.

The cameras showed us Josh sleeping soundly in the HoH room, and then shifted suddenly to a close up of the trash can in the downstairs bathroom, where Paul was standing nearby.

So shady, that BBAD crew.

Paul went and sat in the Lounge, where it looked like he might talk to us, but that did not happen.

Paul just sat, and thought to himself for a change. I support that, actually, because it is hard for some people to chat without coffee.

Kevin got his cahner in order as he got ready for the day. He doesn't think there will be an eviction today, because Production didn't give them their suitcases in the Storage room.

Paul: Doesn't matter. They want to keep you guessing.

Kevin: But that's not polite, for them to do that.

Kevin added more sugar to his cup of coffee, but not as much as Paul put in the brewing basket. Later, when Josh joined the group, he said "Who made this?" and it was clear that he was going to talk some shit until Paul took ownership of the pot of coffee.

Kevin was obsessing about his speech to Julie, but I think he's confused with the purpose of the speech in general, since he was planning to aim his comments at Julie, and the viewing audience. Paul cautioned him against doing that, and advised him not to mention how hard it was to be so much older than everyone else.

Paul: It's like Raven and her stuff...that's her problem, not our problem.

Kevin says he's going to state that he's always had to fight though, perhaps thinking about the America's Favorite House Guest vote. (That's the actual name of the prize....it's who you enjoy the most as a person, not the best player. That's what the Final Two is for.)

The wake up songs today were Space Odyssey by David Bowie, and an Eagles song. Hotel California, I'm guessing, since I heard Paul say that all of the songs today seemed to be seven minutes long. Kevin didn't know what the third song was, but he liked what he heard today. Paul wondered what is up with the long songs, and why they played them today.

Kevin: Because it was beautiful....that's why. You know Space Odyssey is the shit, right?

Paul nodded. He knew.

Kevin: ...floating in a tin can.....Do you know Rocket Man by Elton John? That used to be my nickname, the Rocket Man.

Kevin wanted to talk about music with Paul (and us, I'm sure), telling him about the song "Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye", which Kevin says you can go for a ride in the car to a place with a view, and listen to with a young lady. Kevin mentioned the lyrics to a particular song, "I only stopped so we can start all over again", telling Paul that he can say that to a girl who asks why he hasn't called her lately.

Kevin: Can you imagine Josh running a line like that on a girl?

Kevin used to listen to old Motown hits on a radio show that was several hours long every Saturday night. He would call in dedications to his friends in prison, like Spanky and Luther, and they would be listening too, and hear that Kevin sent a message to them. It meant a lot, he said. Paul tried to change the subject to the special, very expensive light bulbs in his room at home, but Kevin kept going with his memories. The radio station was on Emory Street, in Cambridge, and Kevin knew the DJ from the neighborhood. Cuba Gooding's dad was in a group that sang one of the songs, which Kevin says they used to call "baby making music".

Christmas joined them, and they continued talking and sharing stories. Paul's neighborhood is near a street that is lined with palm trees, so he skates down the street every day, smoking on his way to get lunch. He told a story about being with his friends, just skating by, when an older woman came running out of the MAC store with a young man chasing her. She appealed to Paul's group to help her, but the MAC employee said she stole hundreds of dollars worth of makeup and he had to retrieve it or risk getting fired. The woman sounded like a real piece of work, and she hit another car in her quest to get the hell out of there.

The MAC employee called the police and handed the phone to Paul, who told him that he was just skating by and got pulled into this mess, and handed the phone to the woman who's car was just damaged.

Then Paul started telling a story about shooting a music video on that same street and getting harassed by a lady who didn't know he lived there. Josh joined them during the story, and Paul's demeanor changed from having a conversation with friends, to putting on a show. But it was a good conversation up until that point, where Paul wanted to clarify that it was his street, too, and he lived on it for 24 years.

And Christmas told stories about how her Mother used to drunk text a lot, posting various crazy messages here and there online, until Christmas enlarged the font on her phone, and that helped. Christmas also told a story about getting thrown out of a furniture store in Raleigh. She claims that it was because of her tattoos, but after listening to the story, I'm thinking Christmas was being obnoxious, with a chip on her shoulder about people looking at her tattoos in public. Paul could relate to that concept too, but if you don't want that type of attention, why put it out there in such a defensive manner?

Anyway, people are certainly opinionated on both sides of the tattoo argument. Christmas said she posted on Facebook that the store threw her out, and then drove by "in her Mercedes" and "waved" at the store owner from her car. Then yadda yadda yadda her followers started raising hell at the store, so a police officer showed up at her house later to address the issue.

Sounds like a "big misunderstanding", right? The live feeds ended right about here, and Alex should be glad that the conversation was so good, because they let her sleep. Or just lay there and stew, I guess.

*****

The title today comes from the song "Rocket Man", of course. It's one of my all time favorites, from the very best era of Elton John, the early years, before MTV began and Elton got cheesy.

Sorry Elton, but that's what we all thought, particularly when you licensed "Sad Songs Say So Much" to be used in a Sasson Jeans commercial. But once I found the old stuff, I loved it.

And here's another old Elton classic that you don't hear much anymore. Or maybe you've never heard it....then you definitely should listen, if you have the time. There used to be a radio station in Orlando that would play one side of a classic album commercial free every day at a particular time. I was driving home from work one night and they played this album. I don't think I ever heard it before, but I drove around the neighborhood, listening, and then drove to a record store (remember those?) and bought the CD.

Shout out to Elton. He used to live in Atlanta, in a penthouse suite in Buckhead.

***UPDATE*** I just listened to that second song again, and damn it is a great tune. But is a "Blue Canoe" some sort of pill? And Rocket Man is about getting high, too. The 1970's were no joke, people. They made it all seem so glamorous, because it was. It's funny what you realize, listening to something with fresh ears....

Damn, the more you hear from Christmas, the more you truly wonder about her! She definitely has issues as has been alluded to in the past, but damn! What a soul sucking human lol. Causing a scene at a store because people are gawking at your. UMEROUS tattoos? Then humble bragging (well, no straight up bragging) about driving a Mercedes? Then having followers cause so many issues at the store that the police had to be called to her!?!?! There's definitely MUCH more to that story.

Then her crazy ass comments...like tonight on the show how she would "murder somebodies family"!!!???!!! Lol what? I know it's said for effect, but DAMN!

She has ch aged the most in my opinion, or at least my opinion of her has changed the most out of all the house guests this season. She really is a lunatic.

I say 1971's album (Elton John / Bernie Taupin) MADMAN ACROSS THE WATER is the best (my fav). Side 1: Tiny Dancer, Levon, Razor Face & Madman Across the Water. 1972 HONKY CHATEAU, I love Mona Lisas & Mad Hatters. 1973 GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD, its Love Lies Bleeding and, of course, All the Young Girls Love Alice.

As for Bowie, I would listen to Ziggy Stardust all day every day. AHmazing.

Yes, the drug subculture of Southern California in the 1960s and 1970s was a time to be alive and part of! BUT, I must say, NOTHING compares to the 1980s in SoCal. But maybe its cuz I was still a little too young to partake in the 60s & 70s (and "just right" in the 80s).

My 1st concert, in 1971, was at the Forum in Inglewood, CA. My Dad took us. It was Neil Young, Jackson Browne & Linda Ronstadt. Jackson Browne was the opener. The entire Forum was toking & passing joints. I was so shocked, sitting next to my Dad & his girlfiend, I kept having to say "no thank you." I was 12. Hahaha

YES. All those songs are GREAT. I almost put Mona Lisa's in the post, but I thought it wasn't universal enough for the general public. And I need to listen to the Alice song again....is Alice a drug too? Or was Alice a child predator?

What a concert you saw! WOW. When I say I want to go back in time and be a groupie in the 70's, I am referring to JACKSON BROWNE, of course. LOVE HIM. The whole Late for the Sky album is my jam. Not to mention Saturate Before Using. Those 70's hippies would just DIE if they could get their hands on the weed of today. THOSE WERE THE DAYS.

No Alice, I believe, was the 16 year old lesbian who all the ladies would call when their husbands were away. It shocked me a little when I was 14, but the song rocked!

I saw Jackson Browne in concert dozens of times. And rock concerts like almost every weekend in the 70s and 80s. Hundreds! I still have all my ticket stubs stuffed in a manilla envelope.

I agree with you about JB. Like, I wanted to MARRY him. His music. His FACE.

And weed in the 70s, 80s was pretty good. All Humboldt County grown (out in nature, not grow houses like now). Plus we always had honey oil from Morocco to schmear on our ZigZags b4 we twisted 1 up. Every harvest, in Humboldt, after they got 1st choice, the pipeline went STRAIGHT to L.A. & the beach cities (where all the hippies were in the 60s and 70s, or Topanga Canyon). It was sticky icky good.

Now Im in Denver. HA! Its always been everywhere in my life.

Even when I was 8, at the beach and in every establishment near the beach...CONTACT HIGH!

Jackson Browne can still get it. If you're reading this Jackson, you can come on over anytime. I watched a documentary last year about The Eagles and Jackson apparently lived downstairs from either Don or Glen and they heard him writing Doctor My Eyes at all hours of the night.

I'd want the Time Machine to drop me off right there on the curb, wearing hip hugger bell bottoms and a fringe purse full of today's Denver weed. I would get Jackson to write a song about ME. And my MAGIC WEED.

I went on one of those premium bike riding tours through Napa a few years ago, and when we spent an evening in a bar in Humboldt, I tried REALLY hard to get a hook up. The young tour guides kept dragging me over to the side to tell me that if I got in trouble, they would get in even more trouble.

The music in the 70's was SO DARK!!! And no band got destroyed more by MTV than Jefferson Airplane, ie Starship. Such a travesty.